That day I called the number in the ad.“Hey, man, I’m looking for Lars.”“You got him.” The guy had a strange accent that I couldn’t quite place. He also sounded very young.“I’m calling about your ad? For a guitar player?”“Okay…”“Well, I know Motörhead and Iron Maiden,” I said. “And I love Budgie.”There was a pause.“Fuck, man! You know fucking Budgie?!”That was all it took.